At 2 o’clock in the morning, the phone screen suddenly lit up in the darkness, accompanied by a piercing default ringtone.
I groggily picked up my phone, and the screen displayed a completely unfamiliar number. Instinctively, I pressed the answer button and pressed my phone to my ear.
Hello? “My voice carried a heavy drowsiness and a hint of displeasure from being disturbed.
There was no conversation on the other end of the phone, only a dead silence. It’s not the kind of busy sound without signal, but an extremely quiet, as if the air has been drained away.
Hello? Who is it? “I frowned, thinking it was a prank.
At that moment, I heard the sound of breathing.
That is an extremely suppressed and deliberately light breathing sound. Exhale inhale slowly and heavily, as if someone is pressing their mouth tightly against the microphone. What makes my scalp even more numb is that the rhythm of these breathing sounds is completely synchronized with my current breathing.
A chill surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I suddenly sat up, wanting to hang up the phone, but my fingers hung in mid air like they were frozen.
Suddenly, a faint rustling sound of fabric friction came from the other end of the phone.
Immediately afterwards, a hoarse whisper that was almost inaudible entered my ear and said, “You look really good in your gray pajamas
My heart instantly stopped beating. I looked down at myself – wearing the gray pajamas that had been washed white.
Before I could react to my extreme fear, I let out a “beep” and hung up the phone unilaterally.
The room fell back into a deathly silence. Only the faint blue light from my phone screen illuminated my pale face.
I gasped heavily and stared fixedly at the tightly closed bedroom door. Reason told me that the sound just now came from the phone, not from the room. But
At this moment, the landline extension at my bedside rang without warning.
Caller ID: local phone number.
I trembled and reached out my hand, but didn’t answer. But I know that if I answer the phone, that hoarse voice will come from the other end again.
Because just now, I suddenly realized something that froze my blood all over:
This old apartment has never had a landline installed. The phone next to my bed has been just a plastic decoration for accumulating dust since the first day I moved in. It didn’t even plug in the phone line.
So now, what is it that is shaking wildly?
